With every disappearance, every loss, every extinction, the world shatters. We lose worlds every day: affections, environments, languages, beliefs, landscapes, species, knowledge, countries, certainties. Some losses are selectively inflicted by force. What’s left when a beloved world disappears? Perhaps the desire to repair, to undo what has been damaged and violated. Wounds and memories also survive.
Bea Millón tells me that after a period of work and research in areas affected by extractivist mining – a time accompanied by mourning – the desire to explore the threatened rivers and aquifers of Mexico City, a city she has chosen as her place of life, took root in her. Her clay jars materialize a moment of respite, refuge, connectivity, and connection with the small. They also reflect a process of (self)healing after multiple crises intensified by the Covid19 pandemic. Social and ecological collapse seem to accelerate and expand horizontally. The system collapses – falling onto our bodies – in a frenzied tantrum that tries to reaffirm its old heteropatriarchal, capitalist, colonial, authoritarian, extractivist, and militaristic structures. This dangerous moment has turned our attention to the importance of our connections with others, human and other-than-hu- man, the urgency of spreading small economies, the centrality of reproductive work, the need to nurture forms of autonomy and food sovereignty, and our interdependence with land and water.
Bea’s clay jars/tits/bellies sing when the wind blows through them and when water moves within them. By making the jars resonate, Bea pursues voices and cries that have long traveled her body. The kneading of earth and water, the burning, the air, and the water that flow through the hollow surfaces respond to precolonial technologies developed extensively by Mesoamerican and Andean societies to create sound frequencies. These frequencies induce states of animated stillness, contemplation, and the manifestation of other states of consciousness, and a way of inhabiting time in a non-linear man- ner, where past, present, and future overlap.
From Ayutla, Mixe Region, in the year 2172, the Mixe Communal Networks write “Art, Literature, and Communal Aesthetics of the Earth.” In the text, they narrate that during the era they retrospectively call “The Great Capitalist Night”, the path to collapse seemed unavoidable, but a small possibility of life emerged that is now a reality, that is now the norm: a balanced coexistence between humanity and nature, a humanity that now conceives itself as part of it2. The Mixe Communal Networks narrate how communal archipelagos of resistance were formed in the face of the voracious threat of destruction, and in this life-defending opposition, they created multiple manifestations called “aesthetics of the earth,” whose supports respond to natural ecosystems and tiny, multicultural sociopolitical structures.
Bea’s jars resonate with that past/future time of communal aesthetics of the earth, which is not entirely here yet. Bea pauses and questions the relationship of these processes with her whiteness, her migration with a European passport, her position within the symbolic and material orders determined by coloniality. We are inevitably determined by them, and yet, there is the possibility of exceeding and dissenting from those logics that predetermine us. Bea embraces that place of “despite,” of excess, assuming the possibility of failure with fluidity, vitality, and erotism.
Naomi Rincón Gallardo. Mexico City, August 2023
Colaborators:
Génesis Nahum Landaverde Cruz, Ehecatl Emiliano Morales Valdelamar, Melanie Buntichai, Sebastián Terrones, Frida Toimil and Saúl Recinas.
¹ In: Cherríe Moraga. A Xicana Codex of Changing Consciousness. Writings 2000-2020. Durham: Duke University Press, 2011
² Redes Comunales Mixes + Yásnaya Aguilar Gil. “El arte, la literatura y las estéticas colectivas de la tierra”. In: En una orilla brumosa. Cinco rutas para repensar los futuros de las artes visuales y la literatura. Edition and prologue by Veronica Gerber. Mexico: Gris Tormenta, 2021